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Twenty

26 January 2017

Victoria began a vicious cycle once Yoongi was gone. She wouldn't sleep for days, not being able to find peaceful slumber without his presence beside her. On the fourth day, she would normally be so tired that she would finally be able to sleep through the night due to exhaustion.

It was one of those nights. She'd lit the candle she'd made that smelled like cigarettes and vanilla—Yoongi's scent—to feel closer to him, snuggled up with Holly, and went to bed wearing one of his shirts. The candle would eventually burn out, but only after she'd fallen asleep with fresh tears drying on her cheeks and Holly nuzzling her neck.

The sleep was dreamless as far as she could remember. What was more eventful was what she saw when she woke up. It wasn't a natural thing—the ringing of Holly's barking was in her ears and something cold and hard was pressed against her forehead.

Her eyes flew open to find a muscular man pressing a gun to her head, his eyes full of hate and voice dripping with venom. "We know Sam's been here." Another man was behind him dealing with Holly. His mouth and nose were covered by a black surgical mask, but his eyes seemed familiar. He kicked him away when he tried to bite the intruder, sending the dog to the floor with a thump and a whimper.

It took a few moments for her eyes to completely adjust, but once they did, the reality of his words sunk in. Who was Sam? "Sam?" she questioned groggily, panic rising in her chest. There was a gun to her head.

"Your little boyfriend," he replied, pressing the cold metal harder against her skin. "Tell us where Sam is and you won't get hurt, sweetheart."

Her head spun. Your little boyfriend. "Sam...you mean..."

"Where is Sam, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone and gun pressure increasing in maliciousness.

Victoria only stared back at him with wide eyes in the dark, completely frozen. These were the guys after Yoongi? They had guns and clearly weren't afraid of killing. She was sure she was dead. Yoongi's voice played in her mind. I want to always hold you and be with you. I want to marry you and have babies with you...But, love, we can't do any of that if either one of us dead.

The man cocked the hammer, one finger on the trigger.

Her heart rate increased. She was going to die. Right there, in her bed that she had once slept beside Yoongi in, that she had laid with him and told him about her past in, that she had made love to him in. The bed she had slept in for years upon years, often crying herself to sleep wondering why she was so hard to love. The bed she now slept in finally knowing that someone had taken on the challenge.

And then a swift hand reached out to grab the man's wrist. It was his masked colleague, who, when the man turned around to look at him, only shook his head slowly. The man pressing the gun to her head sighed and lifted his hand before bringing the gun across her face in one smooth motion, so fast that she didn't have time to react. She couldn't recall anything after that.